Hooped Earrings Songtext
von Briscoe

She slammed the door, but my foot
Got in the way
Oh, girl, you ain′t leaving today
And all the thoughts that she put
In my brain
Oh, girl, I'm done playing your games

But she′s got those hooped earring that could never do wrong
Talking about some boy from LA

She's got a chip on her shoulder
Though I'm older
She don′t buy none of the lies that I sold her
She can leave in the morning
With no warning
And leave you waiting by the door ding


She′s got those hooped earring that could never do wrong
Talking about some boy from LA
She's got those hooped earring that could never do wrong
Talking about some boy from LA

(Honey, where′s my saxophone?)

She's a hot ticket to ride
She′s as heavy as the air that leaves my lungs when I sigh
She's talking about
Plans on a Friday night
Well, I′m talking on the phone with my mom as I cry

She's got those hooped earring that could never do wrong
Talking about some boy from LA
She's got those hooped earring that could never do wrong
Talking about some boy-
She′s got those hooped earring that could never do wrong
Talking about some boy-
She′s got those hooped earring that could never do wrong
Talking about some boy from LA